Tuesday.
Grasped opportunity and dealt with neighbour. Tried reasoning with he but he unable to reply as spoke no English- always ironic as English most widely spoken language in the world. And this England. He is no more.
He is now in Gloppitta Gloppitta Machine on my balcony. Plan to build him as small wall on nearby grass- council will obviously knock down at some point, as no planning permission, but unlikely to CSI the actual concrete. Win.
Weather sunny, bit chilly. Clouded over later. Started reading Screwtape Letters. Ate Monster Munch- OM NOM NOM.
'cemetary gates' the smiths.
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A few years ago I had neighbours who would start their "prayer" and singing at about midnight, and continue till about 6am. Sadly, i did no kill them. But there is no doubting the justice of your cause.
ReplyDeleteEven CS Lewis would approve of the timely demise of you Neh-Bah. I hope you got the Globitta Globbita machine from John Lewis. Never knowingly undersold, I believe.